They returned every night during the first week, dusty, footsore, tired, and hungry, but very jolly.

They brought in great store of prodigious hairy spiders--tarantulas--and imprisoned them in covered tumblers up stairs in the "ranch." After the first week, they had to camp on the field, for they were getting well eastward.

They made a good many inquiries as to the location of that indefinite "certain point," but got no information.

At last, to a peculiarly urgent inquiry of "How far eastward ?" Governor Nye telegraphed back: "To the Atlantic Ocean, blast you!--and then bridge it and go on!" This brought back the dusty toilers, who sent in a report and ceased from their labors.

The Governor was always comfortable about it; he said Mrs.
O'Flannigan would hold him for the Brigade's board anyhow, and he intended to get what entertainment he could out of the boys; he said, with his old-time pleasant twinkle, that he meant to survey them into Utah and then telegraph Brigham to hang them for trespass! The surveyors brought back more tarantulas with them, and so we had quite a menagerie arranged along the shelves of the room.